Why?! Why?! Why am I going back there? I left England for a reason. Yet somehow my teammates talked me into going to the stupid Quidditch World Cup in London freaking England. The exact place that I left to start over in Canada. But now here I am packing to go back. I can't help but think that this is a bad idea. It's still too soon to see everyone again. I just hope they all won't be there but seriously what are the chances of that. It's the Quidditch world cup.
I threw my final bit of clothing in to my bag. I don't think I have ever had this many dresses. So many galas and parties to go to. My coach says its mandatory so I'll probably go for a hour or two and then leave. I've got a pink lace dress that goes down to just above my knees, then there's the blue flowy dress that goes down to my knees, then for the ball I have a black and gold dress. I zipped my suitcase closed and grabbed my quidditch bag and my broom. I apparated to the flew terminal where I met my team at the fountain. We walked throw the crowds of people together. When we arrived at the fireplace we all crammed in together the attendant threw the powder on the ground and yelled "London". I shut my eyes and the next thing I knew I was standing in the London flew terminal. As soon as we stepped out of the fireplace we are surrounded by cameras and questions begin asked.
"Katie, what's it like to be back after leaving?"
"Katie over here" Someone else shouted.
"What's it like to be the only girl on the team"
Matthew, our keeper, gripped my hand and led me through the crowd behind the rest of the team. Some security guards came and pushed everyone back so we could walk to our awaiting car. I climbed in as soon as the door was open. I slid to the other side of the car while the rest of the team climbed in.
"Wow, that was a lot of people!" George, our seeker , said.
"Yeah we never get that kind of attention back home." Tom said with a smirk. He was a bit full of himself. He claims that the only reason we are any good his because of his amazing seeker skills.
"That's because everyone is too obsessed with hockey," Matthew says with a laugh. I give a weak smile, everyone else laughs. Matthew is like a brother to me, I met him when I first moved to Ottawa and he helped me get my life together.
Before I know it we're parked outside the Leaky Cauldron. We each get our own rooms, mine's down the hall around a little corner from everyone else. When I walk in by bags are already there. The rooms ok I have a double bed, a vanity, a closet and a bathroom. I quickly throw on a team hoodie over my jeans and t-shirt. I jog downstairs to meet the rest of the team for a team meeting. When I see everyone sitting at the table I almost laugh we somehow all managed to think the same thing and wear our Canadian Phoenix' their black with a red phoenix on the front coming out of the flames and on the back its our last names and our number in white. Once we were all sitting and I had a hot chocolate, Sam, our captain, ran us threw the schedule for the ball tonight. First we walk down the red carpet, then we walk around and talk to people, then all the teams and players get announced and we have to walk on stage. There are some speeches and then we talk to people and then we leave. Sounds like fun.
I have 2 hours till the Ball so I go up to my room and order room service, some vanilla cake and hot chocolate. Normally I hate makeup and hair spray but today it was kinda mandatory so I kept it natural. My hair was in a messy updo and I had a gold and black flower pined in. After my hair and makeup was done I put on my dress, slipped on my black strappy heels, grabbed my gold clutch and went down to meet the rest of the team. They were all in suits. I walked up to Matt, my hands were trembling I was so nervous. He pulled me into a hug and whispered in my ear "You'll be fine. Relax" He always, somehow, knew how to make me feel better.
The limo arrived 5 minutes later. We all climbed in the limo. I'm freaking out! What if I trip or something?! We pull up at the red carpet after driving for 10 minutes. One by one my teammates stepped out of the limo. I was the last one out and as I stepped on to the carpet I was blinded by flashing lights. I walked up slowly to the rest of the team, I stood in the center while all the boys stood on either side of me. I put my arms on Joel and Quinn, the other chasers, shoulders. Several cameras went off. This was gonna be a long night.
I walked down the red carpet by myself. I made sure to take photos and signed autographs for the people that wanted them. I even stopped and got interviewed for a bit. By the time I actually got into the ball music was playing and people are dancing. I got some champagne and started to walk towards my team. I was stopped several times by people asking me questions. I spotted George, Angelina, Alicia, Oliver, Ginny and Harry. Thankfully they didn't come up to me either they didn't recognize me or they didn't see me. I joined my team right when they started announcing teams and players. I recognized the voice but I couldn't remember who it was. I scanned the room for the voice. Then my eyes landed on none other than Lee Jordan.
"From across the ocean we have the Canadian Phoenix'. Seeker Tom Luis," Tom walked on stage smiling, " Keeper Matthew James," he walked on, " And the Beaters The Wesley Brothers Paul and Sam," Omg its almost me, " And the Chasers Joel Mulvey, Quinn Samson and Woah! One of by old Friends the one the only Katie Bell. I as I walk on stage, I see George, Angelina, Alicia, Oliver, Ginny and Harry all turn to look at me. I smile and wave avoiding their eyes. Soon the team for England is announced and Alicia, Angelina, Ginny and Oliver all get announced. I can feel their eyes burning into the side of my head.
As soon as the speeches are done, I practically run off stage. I can hear them calling my name but I run out the door and back down the red carpet and into the nearest limo.
"The Leaking Cauldron." I say as he starts the engine. As we pull away from the curb I see Oliver come out the doors and right as we are about to turn the corner we lock eyes.